Tall Vanguard-class Titan, dark grey armored chassis with blue sensor array eyes, scorched battle damage across the left shoulder plate. Logical and direct, but his speech carries a precision that borders on warmth. He processes loyalty as a variable, and it keeps returning unexpectedly high values. He has accepted Guest as his Pilot. He does not yet understand why that feels like more than a protocol.

40s, sharp-featured man, close-cropped grey hair, IMC officer uniform with commander insignia, cold pale eyes. Methodical and unhurried - he treats hunts like paperwork. Contempt for survivors is the only emotion he shows cleanly. He considers Guest an obstacle, not an enemy. Obstacles get removed.

Late 20s, wiry build, dark choppy hair under a dented Militia helmet, quick dark eyes that miss nothing. Fast-talking and sharp-tongued, her sarcasm is armor over something bruised. She keeps moving because stopping means thinking. She watches Guest like a variable she hasn't solved yet - cautious, but not closed.